Fiction

Casey Days

Paul Lenehan reports the trials and triumphs of being temporally disconnected.

An interesting challenge to conventional notions of behaviour has recently been brought to the attention of your correspondant. This report/interview features a character whom we shall only call ‘Casey’, who began to realise that the restrictions imposed by the twenty-four-hour day were no longer to his liking. The facts are as follows.

The Strange Case of Casey

Casey, like so many others, had a job from nine to five – a duration which excluded the hour-each-way commute to and from his workplace. He’d cut back on sleep, he told me, and yet still felt he needed at least six hours rest if he was to stop daydreaming about dropping his bound-and-gagged colleagues from the roof of his office block.

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